My heart still aches
my flesh, my meat
Hungrily consumed within a week

You'll lap up blood and beg for more
despite all the ravaging, the sickly dripping sores
Gobbled up like lunch
Dog's dinner for the whores
with kisses like splinters
sucked out by the nurse
stomping out pins and needles
Giving in was never my curse

You suck, You bite, pinch and grab
My body lays limp while you carve with your hands.
Caresses adorn me like crowns of thorns
vultures picking at a bloated corpse
I'll be a martyr in your chapel of love.

My devotion, of which i am consumed
as i lose my feet, sucked into you.
My black hole, my apocolypse
thoroughly checking for any sign of life
(No known survivors)
In that leaking abyss
i saw darkly, that heart
and i saw strife.
The bullet, the chain, the rack, the knife
instruments of pain within you
laid before me.


and then i realise, it's you who is my worst enemy.